‘. . . and so I’d like to thank my husband (Mr. Yogi) without whom this award would never have been possible,’ I said as I clutched the plaque in my hand.
It wasn’t just a platitude. It was true because had it not been for his decision to pursue a career in the transportation industry, I KNOW I never would have received an award for safely driving an 18-wheeler for a period of 10 years with no preventable accidents.
Never in my wildest dreams did I envision myself driving a big truck. But more importantly, never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that driving a big truck would have been the vehicle (ha-ha) that would bring me peace and spiritual contentment.
Truck drivers spend long hours driving through the wilderness of the United States. Our Interstates and US Highways, the two primary arterials travelled by commercial vehicles, run through an amazingly gorgeous wilderness.
Lately, we’ve been travelling over Snoqualmie Pass through the Cascade Mountain Chain in Washington State into the Sawtooth Mountains of Idaho. We travel on eastward into Montana and North Dakota, seeing the far northern reaches of the Great Rocky Mountains.
We pass the expanses of the Northern Plains. We see antelope, elk, and the ever-present deer who hopefully busy themselves grazing along the side of the road as opposed to engaging into leaps of inquiry across the lanes of right-of-way in front of my truck.
We see mountain streams, and great fir trees. In the fall, Idaho’s magical larches turn yellow, giving a nod to their hardwood neighbors, also dressed in their brilliant fall attire.
When we are farther south, especially in the Southwest, the mountains of gorgeous red rock turn pink against the setting sun. The “million stars,” of which The Eagles sang, twinkle in the night sky juxtaposed to the lights of distant cities like Albuquerque, New Mexico.
This is where I find peace. The whole day has passed in witness to the majesty of creation. For this kind of driving, I cushion myself in the richness of New Age or light classical music.
I work noon to midnight. In the morning, before I start driving, I read the daily lesson from the book, “A Course in Miracles,” and I meditate.
The words from ACIM provide me solace for the day ahead. The words remind me that each of us is a piece of a whole, of a powerful, magical, mystical Universe. These attributes are the true attributes which comprise our true selves.
These are the selves that find compassion for our fellow universal “travelers,” that remind us to be kind to someone having a bad day, and to know that any simple action we may undertake toward another human being may be impactful in ways we may never know or understand.
The late, great 20th century mythologist and philosopher Joseph Campbell said, “We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”
Doing just that is the story of how I found peace and spiritual contentment driving an 18-wheeler. Though, I must admit, I didn’t “let go,” immediately. It’s a long story.
But the short version is that The Universe provided me an opportunity to find true peace in a place where I never would have thought to search for it.
And as for the role my beloved husband played in all this? Well, had it not been for Mr. Yogi, I’m sure I never would have stepped foot in a big truck.
Or, did he bring me to a temple I never knew existed?
Special note from the Trucking Yogi to readers.
I want to take this opportunity to thank you all for your patience during my recent hiatus from this blog. As you know from past blogs, my mother died around Thanksgiving last year, just 18 months after my father passed.
My brother and I, together with our spouses, spent many days, weeks, and months sorting out the aftermath. Then earlier this spring, my husband and I achieved the goal of starting our own debt-free trucking company, something we had worked and saved for over a number of years.
Starting a company from scratch was demanding and time consuming. But now we are blessed to own our own truck, set our own schedule and determine our own goals.
So thank you for waiting for me while I attended to life. It’s nice to be back with you. I look forward to writing more blogs and reading your comments.